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Etude I
02:26
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Instrumental
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2. |
The Happy Hours
03:44
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The Happy Hours
The Happy Hours at night
Call it maze call it labyrinth
It's the shape of it on my mind
Strangers are crowding every street
But the darkness made them all nice
We shouldn't be at the Village Fete
We'd better climb up the hill
With the promise of being in a quieter place
With the whispering trees standing still
But we bought some drinks and we found our seats
What's the point now to walk away?
As we're waiting for some other friends
Who assured us they are on their way
Chatting on or discussing on
Are you taking the mick out of me?
You're the charming one and the funny one
And I'm high as I can ever be
The Happy Hours
The Happy Hours at night
There were four of us maybe even five
But apparently some fell behind
In a puff of smoke or in a spilled glass
We are stuck in here till late night
Plunging thoughts into the river stream
That flows in the lines of our eyes
I don't really know if I'm talking loud
Or I'm whispering confessing to lying
Yeah call it maze call it labyrinth
It's the shape of it on my mind
Call it wind call it bonding link
Call it whatever we can provide
We can spy on the candle light
Which is hidden inside our brains
Shining through our drunken eyes
Before brilliance steps off in the rain
The Happy Hours
The Happy Hours at night
The Village Fete
Has come to an end
All the people heading home
The mystery girl
Approaches us late
She's getting here, mate
We must stay longer
The Happy Hours
The Happy Hours at night
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3. |
Grey Matter Lives
04:24
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When you’re wandering in the jungle striving to get some food
But you are a caveman and you don’t trust the neighbourhood
You hear a voice inside
When you’re flying a lunar module hoping to reach the moon
But you’re running out of fuel and you have to land it soon
Time to make up your mind
Grey matter lives
For as long as we breathe
From inside our skull
It can make us less dull, maybe
Grey matter lives
Strains us apes through a sieve
Whereas out of the blue
We decide what to do, maybe
We all do
This land of darkness
Demanding sharpness
When you are a stranger and nobody can speak your name
And you ask for help but in return you just get the blame
No one can tell you why
Grey matter lives
Neurons spike proactive
There’s a light in our head
Proving we’re not yet dead, and so
Grey matter lives
Makes us plan and conceive
Information may flow
And come up with a glow, maybe
From you, and you, me too
Then we can make up things together
We all do, me too, and you
Why don’t we make up things together?
Grey matter lives
For as long as we breathe
From inside our skull
It can make us less dull, maybe
Grey matter lives
Strains us apes through a sieve
Whereas out of the blue
We decide what to do, maybe
We all do, me too, and you
Then we can make up things together
Same boat, afloat, take note
Why don’t we make up things together?
We learn, and earn, discern
We better make up things together
But we lie, then fight and cry
We didn’t make up things together
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Come And Get Me
03:38
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It’s a wonderful morning
And you stand on the quay
See myself in the mirror
Of my hot cup of tea
I don’t know what you’re thinking
I don’t know what you see
But the chances are shrinking
That you might think of me as well as swim in the sea
Come and get me in my hole
Before I get too old
Come and get me in my bed
Before I get too dead
But I send you a warning
It’s the least I can do
I might try to reject
And diminish and trash
Everything that you do
It’s a wonderful morning
Here is my cup of tea
In a state of undress
You did not take a swim
Now you’re looking for me?
Now you’re looking for me?
Come and get me in my hole
Before I get too old
Come and get me in my bed
Before I get too dead
But I send you a warning
It’s the least I can do
I might try to reject
And diminish and trash
Everything that you do
It’s a wonderful morning
Here is my cup of tea
In a state of undress
You did not take a swim
Now you’re looking for me?
Now you’re looking for me?
Yes. Me.
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5. |
Etude V
02:08
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Instrumental
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At first there is just nothing
Neither pleasure nor pain
As gravity is missing
making matter seem so vain
‘Cause it looks so far away
I lost my sense of scale
I lost my sense of time
Memories are fairy-tales
And I don’t know what it’s mine
Even in those kissing lies
And see
Ghostly warm intimacy
I can’t say it’s proper floating
As immersive as it feels
I can’t say it’s proper flying
There’s no height to be scared of
There’s no ground to crash into
It is almost non-existence
Have no eyelid to see through
But I can tell from a distance
That one asteroid is you
What’s your name I have no clue
But please
Linger in my fantasy
It’s mine
Even in those kissing lies
And see
Ghostly warm intimacy
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Surprise Surprise
03:29
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Here comes once again one inductivist turkey
It goes again for food, its gait is really jerky
But then surprise surprise, the farmer
Is choping off its head
And, surprise surprise, its plan
Has failed the turkey’s dead
Here come once again the conspiracy theorists
They go again for plots, they claim they are realists
But then surprise surprise, data are
Displayed before their eyes
But, surprise surprise, claims turn
Into blatant
Lies that flow down in the talking and the doing
Lies that reach out to the bad thoughts we all want to hide
Here come once again the lords of storytelling
They go again for fools who buy what they are selling
But then, surprise surprise, stories
Don’t help people survive
except, surprise surprise, for those
who thrive on their own
Lies that flow down in the talking and the doing
Lies that reach out to the bad thoughts we all want to hide
Here I go again with dark weary words
Here I go again speaking way too much
But then, surprise surprise, I don’t
Mean to change the world
But, surprise surprise, I can’t
Help expressing
Feelings shaped as intellectual constellations
Feelings shaped as mandatory masturbation
Tell me something, in the meantime, tell me something
There’s no point in waiting for the call there’s no surprise
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8. |
Let Go
05:29
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I know a place where I could stay
It's dark and warm and distant
Sometimes I feel it in my dreams
Just to come back to nightmares
If I was smarter I'd be there
Fading away, feel I might
Being part of everything I love
If I was smarter I'd die
In the void, be nothing
If I just let go
Bodies covered up with dust,
Bed of roses made of rust
Same old liars in disguise
Sometimes I see stars shining bright
With ancient stories to tell
It feels like my forsaken home
No wonder why it's all gone
We all put our trust in the stars
We hold on to those stories
If we were smarter we would snap
If we were smarter we'd end
This nonsense, this madness
Just need to let go
Bodies covered up with dust,
Bed of roses made of rust
Same old liars in disguise
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Paolo Sala Genova, Italy
I am a reclusive, obsessive, slightly misanthropic writer of pop tunes for extinct
species.
Check out my work in progress here:
soundcloud.com/tatash
and my band, here:
senpaiband.bandcamp.com
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